After Being Forced Into This Obsessive Love, the Master Is Starting to Get a Little Hooked - Chapter 3

Shen Xiuwen was incredibly excited about his clever idea, but he dared not show the slightest hint of it on his face.

He maintained a countenance as aloof as a mountain peak and trotted over to Bian Menghan.

At this time, Bian Menghan was lying on the ground, dazed and delirious. His hair was already soaked with cold sweat, sticking in thin strands to his refined and handsome face. He looked deathly pale and was clearly suffering extreme agony, as if he had just undergone some horrific torture, yet there was not a single visible wound on him.

From beginning to end, Bian Menghan clenched his teeth tight, refusing to let even the slightest moan of pain escape his lips.

“Menghan! Menghan!”

“Wake up! How are you? Are you alright?”

Damn it!

Shen Xiuwen could not help but curse inwardly! He was absolutely frantic. He gathered Bian Menghan into his arms with one hand while carefully brushing the wet strands of hair away from his face with the other.

Are you kidding me? This was the “Big Boss” he had written, the final antagonist, the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm. Although he looked completely harmless and innocent right now, in reality, he possessed strength far beyond his years. He was the type of person who could vanish an enemy with a single thought.

If he moved just a finger in the later stages of the story, it would be a question of whether half the mortal world would even remain.

Thinking of this, Shi Changting felt a pang of regret. Had he known, he would not have written Bian Menghan to be so powerful! Now, being the greatest of the “Big Bosses” with few rivals in the Three Realms, the one who would suffer the most would inevitably be himself!

He shuddered in fear and could not help but hold the young man a little tighter.

Such a strong pillar of support… I must hold onto him tightly!

Shen Xiuwen’s heart was trembling with anxiety, but he tried his best to remain composed, calling out softly: “Menghan! Menghan! Are you alright? Menghan!”

Shen Xiuwen’s voice was warm and aloof, brimming with deep concern and anxiety. The coldness and indifference he usually displayed were gone, replaced by an intense emotion so thick it felt as if it would burst forth at any second. It was as if the person in his arms was his entire world—irreplaceable and precious.

These words repeated over and over in Bian Menghan’s mind.

Slowly, a secret, tingling sensation crept up his spine and straight into his brain. It was somewhat pleasant, and even the intense pain in his body began to fade significantly.

Bian Menghan’s eyelids twitched for a split second. However, Shen Xiuwen did not catch it.

“Changting! What are you doing!”

“Let go of him at once!”

A loud roar erupted like a thunderclap from the clear sky. It was his senior brother, the Sect Leader, Lan Qiao.

But Shi Changting ignored him; he had no desire to respond. He seemed to carry his own protective barrier, indifferent to everything around him, not even sparing a glance for the others. He simply held Bian Menghan, warming him with his own body heat, while simultaneously gripping Bian Menghan’s right hand and channeling a steady stream of spiritual energy into him.

Slowly, color returned to Bian Menghan’s lips.

A moment later, Bian Menghan finally opened his eyes. His voice was hoarse, like broken metal: “Mas… ter.”

In that instant, Shi Changting almost burst into tears. Oh my goodness, my pillar of support… no, my ancestor, you finally woke up.

Thank goodness. Thank goodness.

It is not too late.

I can still save myself.

Bian Menghan’s hand moved unconsciously, and he soon realized that his left hand was being held in Shi Changting’s right palm. He rubbed against it almost imperceptibly, a flash of complexity crossing his dark, deep eyes, as he stammered: “Mas… ter… saved… me?”

The master who had always been so indifferent and uncaring toward him had actually saved him from the Sect Leader?

Shi Changting’s face, as pure and untainted as moonlight, was now filled with heartache. “Yes.”

Internally, he was feeling incredibly smug about his actions. It is me, it is me, it really is me! How about that, little disciple? Have you felt the warmth from your aloof master? Did you feel it? Do not be moved! I do not need you to repay me with your body! I do not even need you to repay me at all! Master only needs you to remember this kindness and not return good with evil or try that “forced love” imprisonment nonsense in the future.

Fearing the effect was not enough, Shi Changting continued his performance: “Menghan, rest assured. With Master here, no one will be able to harm you in the slightest.”

Upon hearing this, Bian Menghan’s lashes fluttered slightly. His eyes were misty and tearful, fixed faintly upon his master, refusing to look away for even a second.

Shi Changting’s voice was not loud, but it sounded resolute and carried an inexplicable sense of pressure.

Lan Qiao, sitting on the high seat, could no longer maintain his composure.

“Junior Brother! What do you mean by this!”

“Are you trying to protect this beast?”

Shi Changting gently placed Bian Menghan on the floor. Then, he slowly stood up and raised his eyes to meet his senior brother’s gaze. His movements were slow and light. In an instant, it was as if he had become a different person. That anxiety and unease had vanished completely. He stood tall like a pine tree, his demeanor cold and elegant, his gaze deep and unwavering as he stared at the other man.

When he stared fixedly at someone, the deterrent force radiating from him was lethal to anyone, even if that person were his own senior brother.

According to Shen Xiuwen’s original setting, Shi Changting’s current cultivation level was higher than both his senior brother’s and Bian Menghan’s. However, because he was obsessed with cultivation and uninterested in politics or socializing, the position of Sect Leader was essentially something Shi Changting had yielded to Lan Qiao. But after sitting in the Sect Leader’s chair for many years, Lan Qiao seemed to have forgotten where his position actually came from.

Shen Xiuwen had personally created the character of Shi Changting and written all the stories from his perspective. He had eventually come to empathize with every bit of Shi Changting’s pride, aloofness, and stubbornness. Perhaps because of this, he found it surprisingly natural to play the role of Shi Changting.

His cold, serious voice seemed to carry an icy chill, forming a sharp contrast to his senior brother’s frantic rage.

Shi Changting enunciated every word clearly: “Senior Brother, he is my disciple.”

He is not a beast.

You are not allowed to call him a beast.

Who are you calling a beast? Is a beast something you are allowed to say? How absolutely bold!

“Senior Brother, regardless of what mistakes Menghan has made, he is still my disciple. It is my duty to discipline him, not for others to recklessly administer private punishments!”

Lan Qiao was stunned for a moment. He stood with his mouth slightly agape, looking at Shi Changting in disbelief. Had his junior brother gone mad today? Was it not he himself who had suspected Bian Menghan’s identity and motives? He was only helping him test the boy; what was wrong with that?

Lan Qiao frowned, his tone laced with displeasure. “Junior Brother, he is a demonic cultivator from the Demon Realm! Who knows what he is plotting by infiltrating our sect! And you! You are actually still trying to protect him? Have you lost your mind!”

Though Shi Changting was acting the part well, he felt a bit guilty, as he had indeed been the one who previously wanted to force Bian Menghan to reveal his true form. I did not want to either, brother! It was a matter of necessity!

But now, in order to gain Bian Menghan’s favor, he could no longer afford to care about appearances. He had already abandoned all shame. So, what if he lost face? It would not cost him a pound of flesh! He could clearly distinguish between the pain of being cursed and the pain of being that (forced into love).